Breathe out, ‘cause the hard part’s doneDid battle in Seattle and god damn it, we wonSetting sun, top gun; safety on in the holsterPut our feet on the coffee table, ass on the sofaGather ‘round, settle down while I tell another storyC0splay fills in the details while the Hennessy is pourin’Circle it up; put some soul on the speakersBill Beats, the rockin’ DJ in them air mag sneakersSpecial features on the B-side of another Death*Star evenin’Acquaintances are leaving but the party’s still breathingAnd I’m seeing all my Threeps as I smoke my cigarPut your hands in the air so we can see who you areWe wind down, but you know we don’t stopKickin’ in the crib with Fridge and KlopfenpopRocks clink in the glass and it goes down smoothAs the Death*Star fugue rolls into a grooveDeath*Starmy and the essence of the Emerald EmpireDraw some hookah smoke from when the roof was on fireDesirous of dope rhyme and rhythm at the cipherUltraklystron, Shubzilla, other nerdcore lifersSnag beers as I stand and stretchPay the host respects, give my seat to SketchThe best part is when the show is throughAnd I’m chillin’ in the cipher with my best friends -- you

And it’s never what you thinkGotta listen to the Chaplin, Sketch tell ‘em what’s happenin’, I need another drink

Yeah, okay

Daps to 3P, raps and weed beAll I need; let’s get this party in a spin-dashTracks on repeat, never any sleep weGonna hit the highest heights and then crashBeen smashed, on a warpath to pass outAin’t no VIP unless you’re talkin’ ‘bout the couchCottonmouth redemption, yeah, I call it liquorWith an ill Bill beat in the back; none sickerTalk a little quicker, snuggle with your bitch orKick it with the click it load it take a hundred picturesGod damn, the hookah don’t stopVanilla Rice with the hypes when the beat dropI let the lady rock steady while I bebopAnd wait for the moment when me and peeps sneak offBut in the meantime, I’ll just nod to the cipherUppercut the flow, call me Sega – I’m TIGER!

And you can never get upsetDeath*Star & Sketch, give C0splay the mic, gotta blow a cigarette

Crash the arcade, splash some Kool-AidGrab a barmaid, get slapped – fools played All night long, diggin’ deep as it gets darkerSpinning yarns, spitting rhymes, spinnin’ webs, Peter ParkerSmoke your pipe, cloves, or grass, whatever ya gotTake a drink, drag, a sip, take a motherfuckin’ shotHot up on stage, in the bar, on the streetsNow cool off with a few MCs and Bill BeatsThis ain’t a special event, this shits a weekly occasionY’all will think we’re from California the way we be raisinUp the roof with some soul, flows slam and swirlCrusin’ classic groove funk, toe jam and earlFlirt with Velmas and Daphnes and abuse the whiskeyTwister game, right cheek red, tryna get friskyFill up the cups and keep the party goingDeath*Star in the house, forever furious flowin’